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Well, Mercia's a temperate zone!

Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical! We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.

I'm not a witch. It's only a model. He hasn't got shit all over him. Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. Well, she turned me into a newt.

Bring her forward!

The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king. Oh, ow!

  1. Well, Mercia's a temperate zone!
  2. The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice!
  3. Oh, ow!

Be quiet!

Shut up! The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land. Burn her anyway! The nose? How do you know she is a witch?

Bring her forward! Now, look here, my good man. Bloody Peasant! The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.

You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! Look, my liege! Well, we did do the nose. How do you know she is a witch?

The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land. Well, what do you want? Well, we did do the nose. No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart.

The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king. Be quiet!

Burn her anyway! Well, how'd you become king, then? We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. I have to push the pram a lot. She looks like one. You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Ah-thoor Keeng, you and all your silly English K-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-niggits!

We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. Bring her forward! Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. Bloody Peasant! Shut up! Will you shut up?!

No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart. No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart. I'm not a witch. Well, I didn't vote for you. The nose?

But you are dressed as one… …Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate? Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! A newt?

The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice! How do you know she is a witch? Well, we did do the nose. The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice!

Oh, ow! The nose? I dunno. Must be a king. We want a shrubbery!! Who's that then?

Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I'm being repressed! And this isn't my nose. This is a false one. Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical! Where'd you get the coconuts?

(courtesy of Fillerama.io)